[singing along to a song on the radio is one thing. not all too unusual when it's the kind of music that he listens to, but when he's greeted at work by a singing cowboy, robbie has to blink for a moment because:
a. vasquez isn't that bad
and perhaps a bit more unsettling
b. he feels the urge to reply tickling at his throat.
robbie fights it for as long as he can, but past experience has already shown him that not singing is just an exercise in discomfort. so with a sigh, he snaps his fingers to a beat in his head, curses kimberly's playlist again and lets the words tumble forth.]
What's wrong with me? Why do I feel like this? I'm going crazy now.
[it would be a great song and dance number if robbie wasn't grimacing between pauses between lines.]
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a. vasquez isn't that bad
and perhaps a bit more unsettling
b. he feels the urge to reply tickling at his throat.
robbie fights it for as long as he can, but past experience has already shown him that not singing is just an exercise in discomfort. so with a sigh, he snaps his fingers to a beat in his head, curses kimberly's playlist again and lets the words tumble forth.]
What's wrong with me? Why do I feel like this?
I'm going crazy now.
[it would be a great song and dance number if robbie wasn't grimacing between pauses between lines.]